Creative Writing PTSD


I see her face so clearly. Long, loose curls tossed behind her then bounce off her back. She’s gorgeous. She knows it. She likes her eyes best. She’s always doing a wide gaze and pose. It’s ridiculous. She pouts a tiny bit as her eyes beam with a message I don’t know how to read. […]

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Interview with Myself

I need a blog entry so I’ve decided to interview myself. The questions and answers are off the top of my head. I’ll do 5 questions. Question: Faith, what have you done this week to improve your quality of life? Answer: Wow. That’s tough. Off the top of my head I’d say I have worked […]

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Its your voice I’m listening for The gentle tone that brushes against the walls of my mind Sweeping away conclusions drawn And patterns formed When I was left on my own Inside my head, Behind this desperate divide. It’s your voice my heart yearns to hear Tuned to deep vibrations that spell out promises you […]

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You have so much love to give, that’s what makes you special.

I have a little one who was born in a small division of Indiana called Rosedale Hills. She was born in a home where art, music, love and laughter fill the rooms. The scent of joy is roses. The feel of care is as smooth as cream as its poured into what will become sweet […]

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Letting Her Go

I’ve sworn off photos but I stare at the ones burned in my mind as if they will come alive and hand feed me spoonfuls of hope and blind desire for you to see the tiny light in my eyes that beckons your heart. Let me penetrate. Let me enchant the strings of your million […]

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Thoughts on Tea for Christopher

Well, that was heavy. I felt relieved after writing that story. Reading over it I’m able to see how close I stuck to reality. I’ll put this to bed after I process why I said there’s a reflection of me in each character in the story Tea for Christopher. Content: Physical abuse of a young child. […]

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Creative Writing – Tea for Christopher

My style is to just write and only correct spelling once I’ve completed it. Even the names of characters are made up as I go. I write until I feel I’ve released enough. Content: After reading through it, I realized I’m all the characters, all of them, without exception. The story includes domestic violence, child […]

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What I Require – An answer to Cherished

what I require. gentle words, soft hands, moss under my feet, rocks to turn in my palms and run over my fingers. water to flow and fish to fly the purr of the cat and a pillow that doesn’t reveal my prayers. Fish in the air Fish wish to fly. They spread their wings in […]

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Falls like rain

That look in your eye and the throbbing vein tells me you’re crazy and you’ll find a reason to split my back while you search for the mind you lost. You’re going to break me if it’s the last thing you do, it’s all you do. Blood runs down the streets, in the sewage system, […]

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I’m Not Quite Ready

Mother, I’m not quite ready to face confrontation. i just want to see beautiful art that gets my blood flowing more than any pharmaceutical can. i’m not quite ready to talk about death, loss and anger placed in boxes i’ve buried across the land. a physician of the mind can’t empty my goblet of sour […]